fresh


i keep thinking i will
see you
and it will be like seeing
you for the first time
and we can start
all over, fresh,
like miniscule red beads
of a raspberry 
as they pop on my tongue.
why can’t life be
like that,
i wonder through
a veil of tears so thick
the world seems drowned.

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